One day I’ll make you trip...Then you’ll fall in love with me.
One day I’ll make you sick…And get withdrawal from me.
So help me, if you dare…To get withdrawn from me.
One day I’ll see you crawl…Back to me.
One day I’ll make you crawl…Happily!
My smile comes up and then it turns down.
My secrets stay safe until one makes a sound.
I try not to panic, or I’d otherwise drown.
I can find happiness, I’ve got a nose like a bloodhound.
I can huff the gas from a compound.
I’m the bitch up-front, everything else is in the background.
On the way to my dreams! Fuck them, I won’t just turn around.
I already know there’s fight in me, so I don’t need an ultrasound.
One day I’ll make you mine…But I can’t force you to marry me.
One day I’ll make you shine…Before they get to bury me.
And if you start to wonder…When you’ll meet the scary me.
One day I’ll see you die…It’s as well the end of me.
One day I deserve to die…Happily!
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Desmond Razzano
My name is Desmond, and I have a love and passion for writing of all kinds, especially poetry! Most of the content I write about reflects more of my experiences and my pain, and my joy! Every entry or story I post was written by me.
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A Dart at Dusk
Seconds ago, the sullen sun set on the two of us… my exuberant furry companion and me. A fresh breeze embraces us, delivering welcome relief from the day’s oppressive heat. His typical stumbling and staggering along — apace with a sloth — has turned into trip-trapping, high-stepping, almost skipping along.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 days ago in Petlife
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Interesting poem. I enjoyed the rhyme scheme